Nicholas The sound of whirling rotors from the combat helicopters stirred the Thames the balmy air, approaching the docks of St. Katharina, the blades' reduced sounds creating a vortex wind, disturbing objects and dust on its path, they easily found The Green Meadows, its flag dancing on the wind. Landing stealthily, assault rifles ready, in practiced formation, crouched low, they advanced towards their target.A container ship, with a least ten aluminum 20' x 8' TEU, painted in dark blue. Sinclair was in one of those boxes. Possibly being tortured. His jaw clenched."Redington," He heard Lucien through their comms. The Earl had a birds-eye view of the ship, out of sight, his sniper rifle pointed to the vessel. "Concentrate. I count five armed men on the forecastle." After a few seconds, bodies began to fall on the ground and frigid waters. "Clear."Cerdic gave a signal and they b

Nicholas Ten more days at the hospital, Sinclair was improving. She no longer slept on her belly, though she found it more comfortable sleeping on top of him. He didn't mind. He was used to it. Preferring to be as close to her as possible.Their tenth day looked promising, she woke up with a faint smile, her soft brown orbs no longer registered discomfort. He felt her staring at him intently, his whole body became alive. Keeping his eyes close to savor the moment, he murmured. "Good morning, sweetheart." Deep voice was gravelly from sleep.After a moment, he heard a faint answer. "Good morning, Nick." There was still a purplish bruise on her jaw, reminding him of her state. She hasn't fully healed yet."How are you feeling?" Her smile faltered. Then she signed slowly.-It's too loud. She complained. Referring to the hearing aide attached to her right ear.

Sinclair Shock coursed through her.She had been kidnapped, tortured, and sexually assaulted more than a month ago. She thought she had experienced the worst nightmare at that time but she was wrong. The panic coursing in her body right that moment was incomparable.Running from Nicholas was futile but what could she do? He left her no choice.Sobbing hysterically, she locked herself in the women's lavatory, oblivious to anything. She kept crying. Pouring all of her emotions out. It had lasted a while. She didn't care. Knowing she needed this or she would combust with anger.Her sobs turned to hiccups eventually. She was sprawled on the floor. The back of her head hit the tiled wall for support. Drained. Her energy depleted.Trying to think sensibly was a chore. But she had to. The growing life inside took precedence over her anger towards its father.Nicholas was only giving her a re

Nicholas Two Days Later "Where the hell are we going, Huntley?" Remington asked impatiently. "Why couldn't I drive the Audi?" His foul mood also derived from the fact of being awakened at the crack of dawn by his butler, only to find out Sinclair was kidnapped by his mother and his sisters. Huntley was looking down at him with a shit-eating grin on his face. Knowing Redington, who was about to scramble out of the mammoth bed to go after his fiancee, the baron immediately handed him two sealed envelopes. One from his mama. The other one from Sinclair. His sweetheart explained she had to go with the Dowager Viscountess to meet the tenants at Redington's Place, the family estate. Which was odd. His frown continued to grow while reading the letter. As the current lord and landowner, he should be the one accompanying her instead o

Sinclair "I am going to pretend I didn't hear that," her voice was soft yet there was an edge to it. His body tensed, surprised by her ambush. Slowly, he turned to gaze at his wife. Not expecting her behind him while he talked to their head of security. One hand on her hip, she was tapping her foot on the carpeted flooring. Her gaze threw daggers at him. If looks could maim... Rick, the head to her detail, coughed to hide his chuckle. Having witnessed this scene numerous times, he was not surprised anymore that his bad-ass employer was afraid of his petite wife. The only one who could make him quake in his boots. "Do." Viscount Redington uttered and dismissed him. She arched her brow. Amused at his defensive reaction, she reigned it in. Consternation filled his handsome features. She kept her expression bland though. It was always good to keep him on his toes. Or on his knees. "Sweetheart," he pushed closer to her until he could wrap her ample waist with one arm, while the other